The Stranger
It was rainy, a light drizzle splashing against the glass of the window. I gazed outside, the red and orange of the early autumn tees against the dark grey of midnight clouds. My bright pink curtains and white walls glimmering in the corner of my eye. "What are you thinking?" asked Kady, pilling me out of my daydream. "Oh nothing." I said turning to face an impatient little sister. "We should get packing."
I couldn't believe this was happening. Moving to Nova Scotia, I mean. Canada? Really? Like we would even last a month in their weather? And to separate me from Callum? I felt like crying. And so I did.
I couldn't handle not seeing the Linsons for more than a day. Dad had told us that moving some place completely different would be good for Kady and me, although we all know it was to distance himself from mom. Little did he know I wasn't going to stay in a dumb place like that? I was staying here. Some way, somehow.
*THUD* "Leave or I'll call the cops!" *BANG BANG BANG* "Aaaaaaaah!" I ran, I knew this, robbery. I jumped out the bedroom and ran, ran and ran. All the way to the Linsons before realizing Kady was still there. And that's when I burst into tears.
I heard a door open. Out stepped Mariella Linson in her yellow nighty, "Lea?" I continued to ball through my words. "My house...robbery...armed...Kady...Dad...ran...sorry...help..."
Mari pulled me into an embrace "we have to call 911" It was then I had the feeling that would stay for a long time. The feeling of loss.